Monday, September 25, 2006

Tonights daily litter tray change.
First off, the light in the kitchen blows so all im left with is a torch-light.
So, I begin my nightly routine of lifting the tray out and dumping it into the awaiting bag and re-filling with fresh litter…….

I lift the tray, (only 16 hours old tray btw) and realise that *somhow* madam had managed to balance herself on the edge of said tray, and make a single large “turd” over and through the 2″ space between the tray and the corner!

Now, by itself thats an amazing feat, however madam being madam, had then proceeded to in less than a day, collect all sorts of paraphenallia (sp?) to “cover” said turd.

There were coke bottle caps, super-valu reciepts, bic biros, and then on top, right there like a card wedged for display on a cake, was a large M&S reciept folded *just so* to be proudly proclaiming “This Sale: E14.99 Thank you!”

*sigh*

Now I can laugh, 15 mins ago, bent precariously off my wheelchair, glaring behind a litter-tray at a over-priced bit of cat-art, I could have killed her.

But, then, as I am bent this way, almost castrating myself in this contortion, cleaning it up, scrubbing, bleaching and spraying….. over she comes, and proceeds to rub her face against mine purring like a generator as if to say “Is’nt it just spectacular daddy!”

Damien Hurst, eat your heart out!

B

posted by Barry at 1:47 am

5 Comments

I still say you could have taken that, er, “objet d’art” to any modern-art gallery in Europe… forget my photographic crap, *real* crap is where it’s at.

My own Missy has pulled this a couple of times over the years. I too am amazed at the agility! Especially when it’s a 100% clean tray too. Mine isn’t as sweet as yours tho’ — still I’d not trade her. Considering that there is every likelihood she’ll be travelling to Dublin before the New Year and then on to Crete in a year, I guess we’re talking commitment here.